Is whatever's clever
whatever's dumb
i want some. How come.
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When whatever's neat
really street
how incomplete. Tastes like meat.
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If whatever shuts
those shut the F#cks Up's
we drink from bottles. Drunk from cups.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An intresting piece. Thanks for sharing